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Trip report about Weed - Lemon Haze from Bob Marley's Ganja Shop Maseru

⏱ 00:00 — I smoke my first joint. The smoke looks incredibly thick, like condensed milk, a yellowish-milky color. It enters my lungs rather heavily, pressing heavily on my bellows, immediately triggering a harsh cough. Wow, I've got an evil widow. Tears welled up in my eyes as I coughed. The exhale tastes classic—earthy, with a distinct tart pine note and a somewhat spicy aftertaste. Without hesitation, I take a second hit, then a third, to make sure I nail my horse-cross. My throat is mercilessly scratched, my eyes instantly bloodshot. I feel the first hot wave of warmth running through my body, straight from the top of my head down my spine.

⏱ 00:05 - 00:15 — Entry. It hits me very smoothly, yet with a rock-solid confidence. My heartbeat quickens slightly, the engine starts pounding faster, my palms get a little sweaty—a typical reaction after a good drink, especially when you're already exhausted. I notice my perception of space in the room has changed, and sounds have become somehow three-dimensional, almost tangible. A track was playing in the background, and the bass actually started vibrating somewhere in my chest. "I got high really fast," I think to myself. I decide to go to the kitchen for some water, because the famous dry mouth has crept up on me so unnoticed and has dried out my mouth to the point of being like the Sahara Desert. I walk down the hallway and realize that the gravity in the apartment has been artificially increased. My legs felt completely weak and disobedient, each step a pleasant but heavy drag.

⏱ 00:15 - 01:20 — Plateau. I'd reached a full-blown plateau. It was devastating. And it was devastating, profoundly so. At first, for about ten minutes, I felt a slight high—a swarm of creative thoughts began swirling in my head. I wanted to text someone urgently, so I even pulled out my phone and jotted down a couple of lines of text for the neural network (I sometimes like to generate tracks in a dominant, confident style, without unnecessary shouting, when the mood strikes). But this creative impulse quickly gave way to a powerful, downright knockout indica stone. I sat down on the couch and... sank into the carpet. The patterns seemed so complex, I literally sat there for about ten minutes, staring blankly at the same spot. The physical relaxation was simply cosmic. My muscles were constantly aching from my constant physical work and marathons, but suddenly, all the pain vanished. My body felt like it was wrapped in a heavy lead blanket. The shambling started to become intense, and it was physically impossible to open my eyes wider than a slit. I tried to focus on the TV screen, but the picture was a little blurry. I was in a state of complete indifference and absolute peace. I just sat there, grinning like a fool, and genuinely enjoying how powerfully I was pinned to the couch. I periodically experienced funny moments: I went to the bedroom to get my charger, forgot why I got up halfway there, stood in the middle of the hallway for a long time, and ended up returning with a cup of tea that I don't even remember when I brewed it.

⏱ 01:20 - 02:40 — Subsidence. The effects begin to subside slowly, very gently. The thick fog in my head clears, my thoughts become clear again, but my body still feels incredibly heavy, lazy, and relaxed. I don't even want to get up. I'm so desperate for food that my stomach starts growling loudly throughout the room. I realize I'm just too lazy to cook right now; I don't have the energy to stand at the stove. I leisurely finished my tea and binged on YouTube videos. The after-effects are very mild—a slight drowsiness, total relaxation in every muscle, and an even mood. No worries or paranoia, everything went perfectly. ✌️

Trip report about Cocaine Peru 97% from Bob Marley's Ganja Shop Maseru

00:00
In the classic style, as they do in the best Hollywood movies, I take a tiny amount of coke on my little finger and rub it into my gums – it goes numb. This could, I repeat, "could," be a good sign.

So, 4-5 days before the current session, I used mephedrone. I poured it, drew it, snorted a little, but I was worried that 50 mg of coke wouldn't break my tolerance and that it would be a waste. But no, 50 mg is it. The coke hit like a brick. It tasted very light, but the faint smell of gasoline was clearly present.
00:05
The numbness didn't take long to set in. A chill ran through my mucous membranes, as if my nose had sniffed snow in 40-degree heat.

Swallowing became a little difficult, something that always scared me a little about coke. But this coke was surprisingly smooth, and its numbing effect, you could say, was pleasant, right down to the brain.

It felt a little warmer, softer, but at the same time, I felt a surge of strength, not like Batman or Superman, but the desire to do anything increased.
00:10
These ten minutes were like a click, fast and bright, then I felt a rather pleasant euphoria. If I closed my eyes, they trembled a little, but as soon as I opened them, they instantly focused.

There was a feeling of heaviness in my chest, or something like a lump, apparently due to the numbness in my esophagus, which also had its effect on my heart (my heart, by the way, is fine).
00:20
I jump into the chat and start chatting. It's incredibly cool. You know what to say and how to say it, as if you're fresh, like snow covering the earth, elevating your soul above others.
I'm pacing back and forth, doing some light cleaning, putting things back in their place, my legs pulling me like an angel pulling a dead soul. Easy, pleasant, relaxed.
00:35+

It's time for tea. I felt the effects wear off as quickly as they came. Yes, the feeling of not getting high and the desire to do it again is something inherent to coke.

I did another short line, about 20-30 mg. And it became much smoother, and I was flying again, ready to be like the Wolf of Wall Street. I lit a cigarette, inhaled the smoke, and watched it leave my lungs, giving a wonderful nicotine rush. 💎💪

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